A letter to the Deceased

I'm writing this letter in hopes that you'll read it someday. I know you won't read it here or maybe anytime soon, but I have to write it, even if it's just for me to read. There's several things I wanted to tell you, I just never found the time. Funny how time just separates people, it seems that time flew by so quickly, and now there's no time at all.
I still can't believe that its been over 3 years since we last spoke, I thank god that our last words weren't in anger, but more like "I'll see you next week". I still have that book you let me borrow, I never gave it back, my bad. I'm going to keep it now, I'll write a passage or something in it just to be sure I don't forget you, ever. I'm also sad that we don't have any photographs, although I do have memories, you know the ones, playing Legend of the Dragoon in your living room, playing on the trampoline, and when you introduced me to Gorillaz and System of a Down.
I feel like you impacted me more than I realize now that I think about it, not just the music though, but in my character. Tried to teach me to be less shy and you were the one who made me stand up for someone other than me. When people would talk about you in less than pleasant ways I would say that I didn't care, you were my friend.
I felt so sad and distant when I heard about what happened to your Father. I think what you needed then was a friend, someone to listen, and I wasn't anywhere near. I cried alongside you though, in spirit. I cried for you too, I hadn't cried in a while, it was harder than I thought it was.
Even though I hadn't seen you in such a long time, it felt like it was just yesterday that we were on the trampoline and when you lent me that book. I hope you find someway to read this, or that you get the message in some way. Visit me man, even if it's for a brief moment in my dreams, I want to say Good Bye to you, face to face.